Best Gangster Novels Novels & Stories

Said his name was Rome. Didn’t let him in. But you might want to call him back. —V Meekey froze. Rome? He was one of the old crew. Back when things were dirtier, faster. He’d vanished not long after she was arrested—rumors said he either skipped town or flipped. Now he was back? And looking for her? She felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck. Drew was watching. And now, so were the ghosts. Meekey exhaled slowly and poured herself a glass of water. Her hands were steady.

"They number at most thirty. Except for three or four of them, they're novices who illegally immigrated looking for work. But you know how rough Colombians can be. They don't flinch at the sight of blood. They don't care about exposure to the police. That's always the problem with novice gangs." Since the days of Prohibition, the mafia had always moved quietly underground. They extremely disliked exposure and didn't commit more murders than necessary. When they did kill, they did it quietly without leaving evidence, even disposing of the bodies. But gangs were different. Gangs sprayed bullets on the streets and took pride in flaunting their existence. "Moreover, since one of them is a relati

But when I dragged my gaze to his eyes, they were dark and cold. In my distracted state, he whipped out his own pistol, making me yelp and flinch backward. Dante’s pistol flew up, pointing at Viktor’s head, and Viktor’s underboss, Adrian, had his gun trained on Dante’s. Luca, useless and frozen, stared at the scene with his mouth slack. Then Viktor slowly spun the pistol in his palm, holding it by the muzzle, and offered it to me handle-first. I collected it, making sure to point it at the ground before I accidentally started the biggest mob war New York had ever seen.

Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "What makes you believe in his protection after his own men almost killed you?" Lizzy hugged herself, and her voice cracked. "The contract..." "Lizzy, do you really think Greed will keep his end of the deal? You must remember that he's a gangster, and not just any gangster, but the leader of the most powerful mafia in New York. Trusting him wholeheartedly, based solely on a contract that he could break at any moment, is complete madness." And she knew it. It was complete madness to trust someone so dangerous. But even if he broke his word, she wouldn't break hers to protect herself and her child.

Never in my life did I imagine having sex with the mafia. “Are you nervous?” I wondered how the hell he was able to read my mind. My lips parted, feeling him right at my wet entrance. “Are you a virgin?” His question was the last-ditch effort to stop everything. Yes! Mafia novels often show a preference for targeting innocent girls, especially virgins, and it’s unlikely that multiple books on the same topic would all fabricate this detail. Maybe that’s why he bought me. Even at the auction, they picked virgins for the highest bids.

Romano's hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my, w-what is that?" Antonio abruptly stood up and stomped one foot onto the chair. "That's a mark of the mafia. A friend of mine who used to be in the mafia told me only members who've spilled blood earn a scar like that." Spittle flying, he pointed at my nose and cursed, "Enzo Moretti, you'd better come clean—have you done time before? Did you get that scar in a mob fight?" I frowned and pulled my sleeve down to cover the scar.

It seems like Eric also want to take over the other gangs? A deep hatred planted its seed deep in Mason’s heart. If Eric is the reason Keith and Vale are separated, he will be his enemy. It seems like Eric’s greedy nature had always been hidden all this year. He had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to trap more fish into his net. The Black River is 2nd most powerful gang in the country after the Black Rose. Combining them together was a powerful and dangerous combination. Mason rubbed his forehead. This doesn’t add up at all.

"Damn it, Trace! You're not a teenager anymore, and you're no longer part of the juvenile delinquents. Aren't you ashamed that you always stir up trouble? Aren't you ashamed that at your age, you're still the same Trace I knew back then?" "Damn it..." I muttered under my breath. "Don't you ever lecture me, Elliot! Don't flaunt the things you've done to me. I don't care about the drama in your chosen profession. You're all about showing off, even to your own family! And besides, you're the lawyer, but I am the head of Foedus. Maybe you've forgotten..." "You're nothing but a gangster who loves to be labeled as a leader. You prick! What have you contributed? Tell me. All you know is to fuck thi

1 buisnessman along with the richest man on earth. Zayn is Alexanders right hand and I don't care if he's in mafia cause I know he's my bestfriend and my only family like I'm to him. Zayn was also in gang stuff when we were in U.K. Since 10th grade and I don't blame him cause he lost his parents in an accident and he never wanted to go in a orphanage so he started doing gang stuff and earned money. In 11 grade I started living with him, cause something's happened between me and my family, well let's leave it here only.

I had a glass of cold water right away after that. "Lemon?" Ralph asked, Tasha's blockmate. I shook my head to a no. "Salt?" asked Jenny, also Tasha's blockmate. I once more shook my head. "You're really pretty good at drinking! No need for sissy goods," Gino commented with a laugh. I just laughed and sat next to Tasha. Morris also sat next to me. Ralph handed Morris a shot too, but the latter declined. He's the designated driver. His system mustn't have had any liquor spirit.